Ah, it is Monday. I worked, a bit over four hours. The sun is shining, and the temperature is rising - up to close to 70 degrees! Makes me think of walking, gardening, and bees. Last night, I sang/danced along with Rock Band Wii while my son played the drums. Since he is 19, this does make for fun together time. It is only my 2nd time since my last surgery (lumbar spine) in August. The first time since surgery being last week. I got him a new drum set a week ago.
That is progress. Stepping around calling it dancing, and singing at the same time. That is a clever way for me to disguise a bit of exercise and get it done. I also did a meager 5 minutes of stretches this morning, but guess what, that is 5 minutes I DID get done.
At work, I began working as a secondary proofreader to audio books while still dismantling overstock. It made time fly super uber fast. Unbelievably so.
This is what progress looks like.
Oh, and Friday marked 1 year since my anterior cervical discectemy and fusion. This is what my neck looks like now in comparison to last year. My left arm is better, my neck though stiff, moves, my upper back spasms are exceeding fractionally minimal. All in all, I would say it was relatively successful. Because of that, I can deal with a little less neck movement than the original version.
My neck today
My neck post surgery a year ago
My weeping pussy willow that we planted last spring has buds!
Peachy on his favorite perch, me!
My grandson last week
Baby steps are progress no matter how you look at them. The only way you get there is to take the first step, no matter how small.
What I feel: I am glad I lost 30 pounds before surgery. Imagine what I would have been like if I hadn't (since I have gained about 20 post-surgery). But, I am finally feeling like I am doing more. Moving more. Hurting less intense. Able to do more. Maybe the most recent weight gain is muscle since I have been doing a lot more the last few weeks. I feel my metabolism changing, needing fuel after activity, but need to keep it in balance. Meanwhile, I gently try to kick things up a teeny weeny notch. This is progress. Funny, part of the time, I am still feeling kind of blue, and am fighting it tooth and nail. I am sure it will improve. There are things I may never do again. There are things I may have to change how I do them. There are new things I may learn how to do. (I am teaching myself a 3D computer graphic program for the fun of it.) This is all part of the whole process, and yes, even that is progress. I am not just sitting in the recliner sleeping, healing, resting. I am walking at least a mile or two daily. I am cooking, shopping, light cleaning. I am actually working, albeit is limited hours, I am still working a real job and with the fact I am now listening to audio books as part of the job, that has lifted my spirits a bit.
This is what progress looks like, one baby step at a time.